Pop Art Blue (feat. Martha Tilston)

Yeah we were running and how we were running

 Across the hills in the pop art blue

 Buzzards fly above the car

 Circling us as if they knew

 If I falter, If I falter

 Darling will you reel me in?

 If I lose it, If I lose it

 Will you remind where we've been?

 So we were climbing and how we were climbing

 The cartoon trees up to the sky

 As the sun dropped off the page

 Gold it flew into my eye

 Well it's all up from here

 It's like I can taste opportunity near

 I cut myself on barbed wire, getting wood for the fire

 I was too.. busy staring at you...

 You...

 So then we were floating up, we were floating like particles into the night

 High above the factories

 We hitched a lift on a satellite

 Lover, will you spin me round?

 May we never fall back to ground

 Well it's all up from here

 It's like I can taste opportunity near

 I cut myself on barbed wire

 Getting wood for the fire

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...

 Well it's all up from here

 It's like I can taste opportunity near

 I cut myself on barbed wire

 Getting wood for the fire

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...(Falling into)(Getting wood for the fire)

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...(Into your eyes)(Getting wood for the fire)

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...(Falling into)(Getting wood for the fire)

 I was too.. Busy staring at you...(Into your eyes)(Getting wood for the fire)

 You.......... (Falling in to)

 (Into your eyes)

 (Into your eyes)

 (Getting wood for the fire)

 (Getting wood for the fire)

 (Falling into)

 (Into your eyes)

 (Falling into)

 (Into your eyes)